When Linda and her family arrived on our doorstep, claiming she had cancer and nowhere else to go, we welcomed them in without hesitation. But as her demands grew and tensions mounted, I overheard a shocking truth that would turn our home upside down.

Linda and her family arrived on a Wednesday evening. James and I had barely settled in when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Linda, Martin, Kevin, and Sophie, looking more like they were ready to move in than just visit.

“Lisa, we need your help,” Linda said, voice trembling. “I have cancer.”

Those words hung heavy in the air. Cancer. I felt the blood drain from my face. James jumped up from the couch, rushing to Linda’s side.

“Linda, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” he asked, helping her in.

“Didn’t want to burden you,” she whispered. “But we lost the house to medical bills. We have nowhere else to go.”

Without a word, they all moved in. Our peaceful life shattered in that instant.

The next few days were chaos. Linda transformed our home into her kingdom. She issued orders like a queen, demanding this and that.

“Lisa, could you take care of the kids today? I’m too tired,” she’d say, while lounging on the couch.

“Lisa, the bathroom needs cleaning.”

“Lisa, could you make dinner?”

James, bless his heart, tried to help, but he worked long hours. The burden fell on me. The kids were running wild, the house was a mess, and Linda acted like she was the only one who mattered.

One evening, I found her in the kitchen, surrounded by piles of dirty dishes.

“Linda, you have to help out,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

“I’m sick, Lisa,” she snapped. “You don’t understand what I’m going through.”

I bit my tongue, not wanting to argue. But frustration simmered beneath the surface.